Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.